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jaywaslost · 5 months ago

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"Next"

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This oneshot is a little different from most I've posted, its not the usual concepts I'd say.

Allow me to introduce you to the ✨️Informant au✨️

Basically an au where I merged Blue's old canon occupation with the current canon one, a lot of thought has gone into this I despise anything that opposes canon so I can promise that the au's make-up is as accurate as I could possibly make it.

Without further rambling, I hope you enjoy ✨️

Sypnosis:It was a good deal they had, he wouldn’t need to participate in anything and Colton would ensure his safety as long as the other man got the information he wanted.

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Blue’s head was pounding.

Mere moments- hours ago he was simply on a walk. His bird was resting, he had just finished cleaning his house and found himself staring up at the ceiling, mind blank with nothing to do. He didn’t have anywhere in mind to go to, nor was there really anyone he found himself tempted to b̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ speak to, the silence was irritating but talking to himself felt stupider than he’d like.

After more contemplation, the man decided going for a breath of fresh air wouldn’t hurt anyone, he’d get to go out and walk around, entertaining himself and getting enough of a distraction to shut his brain up temporarily.

The park was oddly empty, much to his dismay, but it wasn’t something he could fix. The sounds of people talking could always be replaced with music, so that was exactly what he did.

What Blue failed to consider was the significance of that emptiness. He didn’t pay as much attention to the shadows moving around as he should have, the rustling of the bushes brushed off simply as just wind.H̶e̶ k̶n̶e̶w̶ b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶, h̶e̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ l̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶e̶d̶.

Lurking, following him not long behind were some old..familiar faces.

Ones he never planned to cross again for sure, but it seemed like life had different plans.

If it didn’t, he would’ve never found himself in this situation at all. Perhaps it was the music in his ears masking the footsteps, o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶i̶s̶a̶s̶s̶o̶c̶i̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ d̶e̶a̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ r̶e̶c̶e̶n̶t̶l̶y̶, but it was too late to do anything by the time he realized who was on his trail.

The moment they noticed he caught onto their plans, they seemed to stop bothering to hide. Blue did little to stop what he knew was soon to follow.

The men were from a gang he had an..unfortunate encounter with some time ago.

That recklessness was mainly what led him to his current predicament, tied to a chair, watched like a prey waiting to be devoured. To say he didn’t know the reason he was there would be a lie, but his body hurt too much to care. They probably drugged him to loosen his tongue again didn’t they?

The brunette didn’t have too much time to ponder about that, his head was clear enough to process the click of the door. The blond in front of him was exactly who he’d expected, it wasn’t much of a surprise he’d rather make a ‘dramatic entrance’ than simply wait for him to wake up, though.

Despite the pain all over him, he noted that was still relatively unharmed. Probably part of the other one’s orders, their deal never truly ended after all.

Neither of them spoke a word as Colton looked into his eyes, all others previously standing around hung left the moment he stepped into the room. Whether they were dismissed or if it was also another part of his orders, Blue didn’t care enough to think about the answer nor did he listen enough to really tell.

Despite not being the leader of this gang, Colton still held power over everyone. As the son of the boss, his words were not to be refused. The members trusted him, those who didn’t faced consequences. It was simply how things worked. It didn’t matter what they thought or wanted, the final say was his.

Nobody was foolish enough to disobey or look for loopholes, until Blue came along, that was. Up until then, he was in ultimate control. The original reason they crossed paths to begin with was quite clear, but in classic fashion, Blue found himself a multitude of loopholes. Unlike most others, he didn’t hesitate in exploiting them, gaining himself complete freedom and safety in exchange for information.

It was a good deal they had, he wouldn’t need to participate in anything and Colton would ensure his safety as long as the other man got the information he wanted. It may have sounded unfair, seeing Blue got protection and had no real ties to the gang. His hands were left clean, c̶l̶e̶a̶n̶ a̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶e̶ f̶o̶r̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ w̶h̶o̶ p̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶s̶ b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶e̶a̶t̶h̶, and he got complete freedom only in exchange for some intel! Easy for someone like him.

O̶r̶, i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ u̶p̶ u̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶y̶ B̶l̶u̶e̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ r̶e̶s̶p̶o̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶, a̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶. S̶i̶n̶c̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶n̶, t̶h̶e̶y̶'v̶e̶ k̶e̶p̶t̶ t̶a̶b̶s̶ o̶n̶ h̶i̶m̶. H̶e̶ s̶a̶w̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶a̶y̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ s̶e̶n̶t̶ t̶o̶ w̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ h̶i̶m̶, k̶e̶e̶p̶ t̶r̶a̶c̶k̶ o̶f̶ h̶i̶s̶ a̶c̶t̶i̶v̶i̶t̶y̶, r̶e̶a̶d̶y̶ t̶o̶ s̶t̶r̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ e̶n̶d̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶.

Their breaths being the only sound in the room made his ears ring, though fortunately it seemed like Colton planned to change that soon. Backing away from him, the other straightened his back without cutting off eye contact, it looked like he still wanted to try uncovering all it was that made up Blue. He always found it funny, the way the other would try to intimidate him by trying to make himself look like an equal, like he could read him similar to a book when they both knew that was something that would never work.

“So” he began, “do you know why you’re here, or do you need someone to spell it out for you?” If the man sounded irritated with him before, it paled in comparison to his current attitude.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to elaborate? It’s been a long time since we met you know, I’m in an awful lot of pain and your lakeys weren’t gentle with me either” Blue drew out. They both knew that was a lie, but it was a natural part of the game they’ve long since known to play.

“Recently, one of our most important spies was discovered,” the blond answered. “She was ambushed by a soldier sent by the Justice Reigns minutes after we had her go out”

“And that links with me how? Did you just want to see me agai-”

Teasing the other in hopes of distracting him was a bad choice, Blue was aware of that. The sounds of a gun being loaded graced his ears, though fear remained dormant. This was merely another intimidation tactic, he was too important to simply kill and it would get too much attention if he disappeared at random, especially now of all times.

“Cut the shit. You are the only person who could have known she was there at all, so tell me, what have you been telling that new boyfriend of yours?” he spat.

Blue raised a brow, feigning confusion before it ‘clicked’ in his head. Colton was only getting angrier as time passed.

“Ah, Dream! No no, you misunderstand really. I didn’t know she was there at all, this is all news to me he must have simply sensed her presence and sent someone, Ink is good at following trails after all” he winked.

“I never told you who it was”

“Even a toddler could make a guess and get it right, there are only two people he would trust with something like this and only a spy can take out another without drawing attention don’t you think?”

With that, Colton went silent, seemingly considering something new. Whenever they spoke, he tended to do this if he felt cornered. When Blue disproved everything he suspected in seconds, all of his defenses fell knowing this was someone he couldn’t play to his will.

Not like others, where simple words got to their heads, made them believe he held them truly dear, that he gave a single damn about them in any form. It was entertaining, an addicting play for the man, but despite how beneficial it was for him, how easy it was the first time, he could never replicate it on Blue.

A shame, he’d have been just as, if not more useful if making him stay was just that easy. Colton didn’t doubt that they’d have gotten along if they both agreed to stay, extraordinary talents simply tend to gravitate to each other eventually.

I̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ o̶n̶e̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶e̶ g̶o̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ c̶h̶a̶n̶c̶e̶, w̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ B̶l̶u̶e̶ p̶l̶o̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶?̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ h̶e̶ p̶l̶a̶n̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶a̶d̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶ s̶t̶a̶y̶?̶ h̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶ f̶a̶r̶ s̶o̶o̶n̶e̶r̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ c̶a̶p̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ o̶f̶ e̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ i̶n̶ a̶ m̶o̶m̶e̶n̶t̶, b̶u̶t̶ s̶o̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ a̶b̶l̶e̶ t̶o̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶ h̶i̶s̶ l̶i̶f̶e̶ a̶n̶d̶ s̶i̶l̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶o̶r̶e̶v̶e̶r̶. A̶ s̶h̶a̶m̶e̶ h̶e̶ s̶e̶e̶m̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ a̶l̶r̶e̶a̶d̶y̶ a̶c̶c̶o̶u̶n̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶, i̶n̶v̶o̶l̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶s̶t̶ i̶m̶p̶o̶r̶t̶a̶n̶t̶ f̶i̶g̶u̶r̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶u̶l̶t̶i̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶.

“If not you, then who? what are you planning”

Simple, straight forward, plain.

Everything Blue expected from him.

“I’m not planning on anything? Why would I do that?” He shrugged. Well, as much as one could when bound down by ropes.

“The only reason I have kept you alive is because you’re useful, it’s just as easy to find someone else who could do the exact same things you do even better so lying and playing this stupid game of yours is a bad idea. I’ve warned you before and this is the last ti-”

“Except you won’t.”

At being cut off, Colton only paused and glared daggers into the other, seemingly daring him to continue.

“You won’t kill me because you know that it’s not that simple, you know that my death is too inconvenient for you now, too hard to fake”

Silence.

Saying that Blue didn’t enjoy the way the other looked when out of options would be a lie, when control was stripped from him and manipulation failed. Without his two most important defenses, his shield fell apart like a house of cards.

For someone meant to be scary, Blue had grown to find him closer to funny.

He was smart, he’d give him that much, but people weren’t his strong suit. W̶h̶a̶t̶ h̶y̶p̶o̶c̶r̶i̶s̶y̶, i̶t̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ o̶n̶e̶ t̶o̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ o̶n̶e̶. Growing up in a gang, pressure to be like this from your only parent to prove yourself worthy enough to take his place does that to a man. Not much to dwell on, though, it was his own fault he succumbed to this. If not, then his sister must have been a saint to not fall to the same fate.

That sweet child- Blue had only crossed Camille twice, but it was enough for him to know this was not the place for her. Well, not like it was fit for any kid her age- but that wasn’t something in his control. She’ll get herself out with some assistance, but he wasn’t needed there.

He wasn't really surprised by the way this encounter transpired, seeing the real head of the group wasn't present made things a lot easier for him. For all he puts up, the one in front of him was quite easy to get to. Although that may just be because of how simple it was to get past his walls, a jaded man but not like those types ever posed any issues.

Blue may have been the first person that came to his mind when trying to discern what gave them away, but it was just as likely he wouldn’t be the last.

They had many enemies who wanted to run them into the ground no matter the cost, anyway.

“If the point of this entire show you’ve put up was to blame me for ratting you out, I’m afraid you worked this hard for nothing. I’m sure you’ve figured I want nothing to do with you anymore?”

The blond’s gaze burned holes into his head once again, but Blue ignored him as he had every other time before.

“If you suspect someone to have done so, you and I both know where you should be looking instead” he carried on, “or maybe, it wasn’t an outer source at all”

“Continue.”

Colton’s voice was demanding, threatening, impatient. If it were anyone else, this conversation would have been long over, but unfortunately it still was not.

“You know, I’ve been hearing things”

The other tapped his foot.

“She could have done that herself. At least, that's what a fool may think. The ones you send to watch me are not as discreet as you want them to be, they are not as dedicated as they want you to believe”

“What are you insinuating”

Another way to say ‘choose your next words carefully before I run your head into the ground’, lovely.

“I simply mean that the one who caused this may be closer to you than you think.”

“Something- someone, has infiltrated us?”

Ah, he didn’t consider that, did he? Blue could laugh if not for the increasing tension.

“All I have to add is instead of accusing me of getting her killed, you should be worrying about whether or not I am next”

Bringing attention to his previous involvement with them was unwise, it put both their lives on the line. The brunette relished watching how the other’s expression fell as he desperately tried to piece together a plan, thinking of every possible suspect. That kind of thing was always left to him, the shorter unable to do that kind of thing very well, hard to blame him when all he knew was to dispose of people on the spot and then think, but oh well.

The distraction finally allowed him to untie the knot positioned right above his hands. Terrible craftsmanship, he must say.

His wrists burned by this point, adding to just how uncomfortable he felt in his body at that moment though for a different reason than usual, for once.

He dug his own grave getting involved with this group of individuals, but he will not let them take him to it.

No, Camille isn't a canon character. No, she doesn't have much plot relevance, Asuka and I thought Colton needed more to his family dynamic and its beneficial for writing purposes so we decided to have her exist only as a plot device. Noooothing more-

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asukamood · 5 months ago

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Interview (Fmaa2)

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By the time I have published this, it will probably be far too late but the far right did not win! That represents a time to celebrate for me, so have a wholesome Drue fic for once!

Enjoy your reading!

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Warnings: Eating disorder (Anorexia), self-harm (cutting), violence/physical abuse

Synopsis: Blue stood behind the cameras, exhaling softly. He stared quietly at the decor he would be filmed in for the next hour with a lot of apprehension, if the subtle tremble of his body was anything to go by.

Stage fright was never a problem he had to face.

Yet, he now found himself trembling.

Why?

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Blue stood behind the cameras, exhaling softly. He stared quietly at the decor he would be filmed in for the next hour with a lot of apprehension, if the subtle tremble of his body was anything to go by.

Stage fright was never a problem he had to face.

On the contrary, he craved the feeling of eyes on him. He craved the feeling of being gazed upon with admiration. He craved the eventual applause of the public, satisfied with his performance.

When he started filming, there was no more audience to immediately react to his work, but movie reviews were quite pleasant as they were not bound to a particular moment.

Filming an interview with a journalist was hardly any different, feeling wise. Many of them had tried to set him up before, but he always did his best to not give that satisfaction to whoever it was.

Yet, he now found himself trembling.

Why?

Honestly, he knew the reason why. It had nothing to do with who would be interviewing him, it had nothing to do with the cameras rolling, it had nothing to do with the worry of looking like a fool.

No, it had to do with the subject of the interview itself.

The first thing that a young actor such as himself learns, most times the hard way, is to put on a mask, even if you are not filming. You always must play a role, no matter where you are or with whom you are.

The public and journalists will grasp any straws to get your attention and above all, they will pick out any flaws, any part of your personality that they do not like and pick at it, desperate to make you break.

The more of your real self you put out there, the more it will hurt when backlash comes to hit you in the face.

That is, after all, the fate of any public figure.

Yet, here he was, about to talk about the person he had carefully buried deep inside his soul and hidden with a mask. He was about to throw out the window everything he had come to learn to protect himself.

He already had the feeling that he was about to bitterly regret doing this.

But he could not back down, not if his testimony could help someone struggling with the same things he did... has.

His breathing started to go funny again but before it could escalate into anything, soft fingertips brushed his knuckles, giving him something to focus on as that fleeting sensation quickly turned into a proper touch, a familiar hand covering his own.

He lifted his head, meeting golden eyes in which concern glistened like diamonds.

“Are you alright?” Dream whispered, his thumb stroking Blue’s palm.

He hesitated for a moment, before nodding, using his free hand to cover Dream’s. “I am now.”

He scooted closer to him, their legs touching before he rested his head on top of Dream’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “Thank you for being here.” He muttered, hoping that his whisper was enough to convey just how grateful he was to him.

Although, he had the feeling that Dream was going to misinterpret his words as thanking him solely for being here with him on that day when really, he was thanking him for being here with him since day one.

But that was okay, he would have plenty of time left to thank him again, properly this time.

Dream’s lips twitched upward in a gentle smile. “No need, it is only natural.”

It was not, not to him.

“Mr. Blue?” A member of the staff, so recognizable by their uniform, suddenly called out to him, putting an end to his conversation with his husband.

“Yes?” He quickly responded, already dreading whatever the crew member was about to say. “Is something the matter?”

However, the person quickly shook their head, much to his relief. “Not quite, I was just sent to warn you that the cameras will start rolling soon since you looked quite...” They glanced at Dream, stifling a chuckle. “... Distracted.”

Dream chose to ignore that last comment as Blue thanked them for the warning.

“If you need a break, tell me, okay?” That must have been the sixth time in the last hour that the actor heard that request from the other, but oddly enough, he did not mind the repetition. If anything, it reassured him.

“I will.” He squeezed his hand, hoping it would give him enough strength to fulfill the mission he was meant to complete by coming here. “Thank you.”

They fell silent as the lights went out and the decor lit up, the presenter finally welcoming the audience warmly as they gave a summary of who the guests were and the program for the day.

As the presenter turned to him, professional smile stretching their face, Blue took a deep breath. This sight was familiar to him, such charade having taken place for longer than he could recall.

“I am glad that you were able to make it today, Mr. Blue!” They then turned to Dream. “The same goes for you, Mr. Von Licht!”

Dream waved the comment away with the back of his hand. “Oh please, no need to mention it. You can ignore my presence for now as I am only here to support my husband.”

The presenter feigned a chuckle, making a comment on how heartwarming that gesture was, before ultimately focusing on Blue. He straightened his back, putting on the same smile the public adored and worshipped since he was a child.

“Your fans have a lot of inquiries for you and most specifically about your mental health journey.” They began, bending to the right as they took a hat that Blue did not even notice its presence and put it on their knees, revealing the small cards discarded inside of it. “Would it bother you to pick one of those cards?”

Blue nodded as an answer, clutching onto Dream’s hand for dear life as his free hand reached for the hat that the presenter put on top of the coffee table in front of them.

He fumbled around the papers for a few seconds with a shaking hand before he finally caught one between his index and middle finger, pulling his hand back and opening the card.

“What does it say?” The presenter asked, as Blue could feel Dream leaning toward him and reading the contents of the card behind his shoulder.

Blue bit his lip as he read the card silently before risking opening his mouth, hoping on all deities out there that his voice would not quiver so early on. “Do you or did you believe that starving yourself made you more beautiful?”

The gentle rubbing of Dream’s hand on his shoulders made him almost want to cry but he quickly regained his composure. “... Quite honestly, yes. I still have a lot of issues regarding dissociating my appearance to my diet and do feel more appealing when I go on about my day on an empty stomach.”

Each word he uttered out loud felt like a stab in the chest, but he pushed himself to continue, thinking of all the other people who could be in the same situation as he is.

He turned toward Dream, who smiled encouragingly at him, which ended up making him crack a smile as well.

“Luckily for me though, I have an amazing husband who would still find me attractive no matter what I look like.” He paused as his smile faded. “I doubt that my relationship with my body or food will ever improve, but I have at least come to accept that my looks aren’t all there is to appreciate about me and am doing my best to try and put my health first.”

“Thank you for your answer.” The presenter finally said, after making sure that Blue was done talking. They eyed him for a few seconds, without malice, before talking again. “It is a priority for our guests to be feeling as comfortable as possible so how would you like to speak about a more usual topic?”

Blue tilted his head on the side, his curiosity piqued. Even if it was, he probably would have latched onto that opportunity either way, considering the dull pain in his stomach had been worsening ever since he started speaking or did it just feel this way because he wanted to do it again and he knew his last words were a blatant lie?.

“Not at all, what do you want to ask me about?” They were most likely referring to questions regarding his career, but perhaps they could be able to surprise him this time?

“I think many of us had dreamed of becoming an actor or play in a theatre at least once in our life,” She started, giving right to Blue’s intuition. “We all have our weaknesses when it comes to acting but, as a professional actor, what is, for you, the most difficult emotion to fake?”

Well, that was certainly an unusual question. Blue tapped his chin in thought, trying to recall any moment he had any difficulty entering his role.

He glanced at Dream for a moment, the latter flashing him with one of his confused smiles that never failed to make his heart flutter. He had his answer now.

“Many people would think it would be despair, especially with how hard it is for most people to cry for a role.” He shook his head.

“However, I firmly believe it is one of the easiest. No matter what degree, we have all felt desperate. Whether it be regarding an absence of support, an inability to connect with other people, mistreatment, financial problems, the death of a loved one... We have all been in that dark place that some of us are still not able to claw their way out. Tears are not the only form this despair takes as well.”

Despair could take the form of letting a trusted one do whatever they want, what you wanted be damned, your comfort be damned, as long as they stayed with you.

It could take the form of a blade that you would drag on your skin and silence whatever storm was brewing in your head before tempting you for more hurt, for more blood to stop the hurt you felt inside.

It could take the form of vomiting the little food you had managed to shove down your throat, heaving and gasping for breath as you could feel your throat and stomach burning like they were attacked by the embers of hell.

It could also take the form of standing in the middle of the crowd and feeling just as alone and unseen as if you had been thrown into the void itself.

He looked toward the camera, the people behind it eyeing him with attention. “The hardest emotion to fake is happiness, true happiness.”

At the raised eyebrow he received, he continued his explanation. “We have all felt despair, but only a few of us know happiness. I am not talking about those fleeting moments of satisfaction or relief, I am referring to a safe happiness, that euphoria you can always go back to no matter where you find yourself.”

“You could be having the roughest day of your life, but the memory of that happiness would not make you resentful, more miserable, or bitter, it would make you happy. That happiness of course would not prevent you from feeling miserable, far from, but it would, it will be there for you when you do.”

The presenter stayed without talking for a few seconds before speaking again. “And did you find yours?”

Blue beamed at Dream, planting a kiss on his cheek. Startled, the latter’s cheeks turned rose as he stared at Blue in bewilderment. He squeezed his hand once more as his smile widened. “Yes, yes I did.”

He turned back to the presenter, this time, genuinely confident he would get through that interview unscathed.

He could fall as many times as he wanted, he could break as many times as he needed as well, it all did not matter.

He was out of that dark place, despair could try to drag him back there, it could tempt him all he wanted with that cursed picture in his mirror or those sharp blades, he would not stay there any longer.

Even if he fell once more, he would do anything in his power to claw his way back up.

He was damaged, that much was obvious.

But he was not beyond repair, and one day he will be all fixed up.

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